Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
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Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
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Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
334-5. Apparent dissimilarities allow learning also
Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
2 minutes 41 seconds
2 years ago
334-5. Apparent dissimilarities allow learning also
We listen to the Ancient story from she who has 86 years; she learned great wisdom from Ancient Wisdom, she who told us our own history as we walked toward Walk by Waters on the original island.
We all are brothers. We all are sisters.
Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
